I grap on the handle bar, of the ride of youth. The ride is slowing, and I know it's coming to an end. As stubborn as I am, I refuse to let go.
It's as they say, Every good thing comes to an end. I've seen it once to many times before, when my ride was still going, and I was no near the exit route.
We all get on it, as soon as we're born.
At the time, while innocent and young, we wished we were those who got out, I know I was one of those kids who wished.
One of those kids who dreamt to grow, to have no permission from no one. To live as they want, without worry or regret. The fact that you don't beed to listen to Mom or Dad ever again. To get a job and buy what I want.
They teach you this in school, it's the whole fact of having school. To become a someone and make the world a better place. To make a difference from the oridanary.

My ride is coming to a halt, each passing year, the ride slows, and it slows.
In less than a month, my ride is making it's last 21 spins a year.
21!!!!! Hows exciting!!!! LEGAL AGE!!!!!
I can hit up a bar, dance in a club, drink as much as I want. This is what normal 21 years old people do.
ME??? I don't want to do such things.
People celebrate of 21 years, ME, I will mourn.

For the fact that I am no longer a child, that I have to be a someone, I have to live alone in the world and become a hard working man.
I have to do things for myself, from now on. I have been doing so, but that was by choice. This is obligated.

Oh, how I envy Peter Pan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My ride is coming to an end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!